As I look up at the night sky, I feel the scarred tissue burn with longing. I wish to lift up from this cursed ground and fly home. I want to see my home. I want to see my beloved Father again, but the Dark Ones took my wings. They ripped them off, dooming me to stay on this forbidden ground. My beautiful white wings turning black the moment they stole them. While the humans around me get salvation, I would get no happy ending. The Dark Ones stole that too. There is no paradise for a flightless angle.

"Be patient," says a voice, whispering in my mind.

I finally begin to smile. There is always room for His lost children.